"I still can't believe that Tatum is dead." I shake my head, walking into school. I spot Sidney with Billy. Both me and Stu walk up to them.
"Hey, Sid. You ok?" I put my hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, I'd prefer to not talk about it." She gives me a small smile.
"I got p.e, what you guys got?" I ask, looking at my friends. "P.e for me." Stu smirks. "Shut it Stu." I push him. "Me and Sid have history." Billy says, putting his arm around her.
I roll my eyes. He doesn't love her. He's just trying to fuck her.
I spot Randy and Michael walking. They also have p.e. "Randy, Michael!" I shout getting their attention. "Oh, hey." Michael says, walking over to us.
"Ok, bye guys." Billy says, walking away with Sidney. "He pisses me off sometimes." Randy rolls scoffs. "Why?" Stu questions. Randy just shrugs his shoulders. "Alright, let's get to class." I change the subject.
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"Did you guys hear about Tatum Riley?" Some random girl brings up to topic to her little group. "Yeah. She was a slut." Another one of them says. "I hope whoever killed her kills Sidney Prescott." A girl says. I know who that one was. Christina Carpenter.
"I'm gonna try and fuck Stu." One of them says. They all laugh. "Stu doesn't like girls like you." I chime in, putting up my hair. "Huh?" They turn around. "I said, Stu doesn't like girls like you." I repeat. "And how would you know?" The girl crosses her arms. "Stu's my best friend. I know the type of girls he goes for." I smile at them.
As I walk out of the changing room, Stu, Randy and Michael are standing there. Stu wraps his arm around my shoulder. The group of girls walk out, and spot Stu. "One of them were on about trying to have sex with you." I laugh. He scoffs. "Told them you wouldn't go for someone like them." I look at him. "Good."
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"You look hot when your sweating." Stu walks up to me. "That's just revolting, Stu." I cringe. "What? You do." He stands in front of me. "Please move. I need to get changed." I move him out of the way.
I walk into the changing room, quickly changing into a cropped blue knitted jumper, and a brown and blue plaid skirt. I put my hair down, and brush through it, then spray perfume walking out. Stu, Randy and Michael are there waiting for me.
"God, baby. You look hot." Stu teases wrapping his arm around my waist. I roll my eyes, while Randy makes a disgusted face. "Leave my sister alone, Stuart." Michael playfully punches Stu's shoulder.
"Jesus, Mike. I'm kidding." Stu says, his arm still around my waist.
